oh hai

I'm feckin busy with debateness. No time to do homework as well. No time to see anyone. umm yeah. bye!

Because I'm morbid like that.

Unfortunate Coincidence

By the time you swear you're his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying -
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying

Dorothy Parker

Also, R & G are dead was fantastic.

just so you know. (me + pikky fangirling)

muffins says:
OMAIGAWD ANTON YELCHIN I WANT TO HAVE HIS BABIES I WANT I WANTTT

deedeedeeanne. OH HAI BABY CAT ILU. says:
lol GO AND GET HIM

muffins says:
WHOO how ah haha

deedeedeeanne. OH HAI BABY CAT ILU. says:
STALKY TIME

muffins says:
AHHAHA FLY TO HOLLYWOOD YOU WILL BE MY INTELLIGENCE GET ME HIS ADDRESS

deedeedeeanne. OH HAI BABY CAT ILU. says:
YOU DO THE WORK I AM GOING TO LA TO STALK ZQ AND HIS DOG AND CAPTAIN FINE YOU CAN COME WITH ME THEY MIGHT BE ALL HANGING OUT TOGETHER PLUS JOHN CHO HAHAHA

muffins says:
JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO JOHN CHO ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN ANTON YELCHIN GIVE HIM TO MEEEEE


Yeah. So we're flying off on the weekend wh00t. Don't expect us back.
Also, it shows how much pikky wants yelchin that she's willing to have kids (she hates kids).

Also,


ETA: This is still happening as I type. just so you know.

I want my own GQ motherfucker.

self explanatory. I miss my baby cat though.

Also, people around me are being (understandably) quite anti-man =O. I feel your pain =/.

ooh can't wait for friday too. Klpac yay.

dammit, literature. read read read read. Lucky wilde is fun.

Please let there be no history writing on thursday.

Tomorrow I will be going out after college whee.

This pushes all my adorable buttons:

moo.

ICRC was not good for me D=.

On the other hand, drinking yay!

Ugh I dunno I am so unmotivated to blog.

I mean, what the hell, if I really wanted to keep a record of my thoughts I would get an actual physical diary. Blogs are for exhibitionists, one of which I am not.

College is not bitchin'. Stupid long ass double-period-history-starting mondays.

ooh we're doing Wilde in lit! Hooray. Earnest is so funnay.

So yeah.

Quick post, then bed

So last night I didn't sleep at all wh00t.
This was because I'd napped from 6 to 8. PM. Bah screwed sleepy schedule.

Most of the night was whiled away henna-ing.

Dry dammit

I'd love to be creative enough to think something like this up on my own, but this is actually a variation on Grace Lee's design.


Y'see, pre-SPM last year when people were asked to come to school for no apparent reason, the classes were all combined. And most of the girls, out of sheer boredom, starting graffiting on each other's arms. Grace is a real artist, so her doodles are brilliant.

I'm watching your sterosystem and pet stingray.

And we made a pact that if I ever decided to get an actual tattoo she'd be the one to design it =D.

Also, I have a new watch!

water resistant for up to 50 metres baby

It's going to be my swimming watch. I hate not being able to tell the time when I swim, since blind me can't see the damn teeny tiny wall clock on the dressing rooms. I used to have a black 100-metres-waterproof one, but, erm, it ran away.

ah crap it's 11 history first thing tomorrow again =O.

oh quick summary of marks:
maths: fine.
history: dayum fine.
econs: shit.
lit: cambridge are holding my paper hostage.

Sam Isaac is rather comforting

This.

Also, Glee!

It is like fantabulous! A musical series? Yay! It's like christmas came early! When I don't even celebrate christmas!
So yeah, Glee is basically a story about a high school Glee club (like choir, but more showbiz. Think Broadway) that's trying to return to it's nineties prime. I do love musicales.

I went to Khairin's haus! It's fecking huge. But OMG his dogssss. SO adorable. Bloody ginormous husky tried to knock me over couple times but I stood my ground. Just barely.

What else what else umm.

Driving instructor canceled again bah.

Double bah college tomorrow. Wai give us holidays if you're just gonna drag us back into the pit of despair D=.

HELLO MR SPLINTER

So I was walking along minding my own business when THE PARQUET FLOOR DECIDED TO LAUNCH A SURPRISE ATTACK.

revel in my eczema toe

So then I get an inch long splinter embedded in my foot. Bugger.
I considered cutting the damn thing open with the scissors, but then pain + unhygienic. So I just poked around to get a better grip and pulled it out.

whee!
Yes I do have quite a high pain threshold thank you.

Now the damn thing's leaking interstitial fluid or whatever.
Pfft eczema related injuries.

Sweet tooth.

I hope, to the supreme eternal being/s who may or may not be a collective figment of humankind's imagination, that I will never, ever lose my sweet tooth. I just continually have a craving for something sweet. This is probably habit, but after every meal I have to have dessert. Even an apple would do. I have a friend who cannot take any sweets at all, and I wonder how she lives. Seriously!

There's something inherently childish about craving a sweet. I hope this isn't a manifestation of my peter pan syndrome. But I dowanna grow upp. Urgh, the responsibility! I can barely handle myself as it is.

What was I talking about? Sweets. Yes. So. D'you know when you have chocolate, or cake, (or Daim cake), how that utterly delicious saccharine taste sweeps over your mouth and consumes your tasebuds like a tidal wave? Yeah that's what it's like to me. I mean I know it's bad for me excessively (but it's not like I have sweets everyday, hello, I am at least that aware), but they're sweets, dammit. They're not supposed to be healthy!

Also it's lucky I don't get sugar highs, unlike some people I know.

So for all I complain about how kids cartoons and the new musics are going down the drain, and for all I'm slowly becoming jaded and cynical and a skeptic, I hope I never ever get sick of sweets. Yum sugar.

sugar is glucose, which is processed into carbohydrates into your body, which is one of the building blocks of life! (i.e. energy). Sugar FTW!

Drinking again

Yesh. I am never gonna be able to hold more than one drink, I swear. When I reached home I was insanely dizzy. But still sober enough to make a phone call c:

Also, the quest for a new phone is on. I want one, but am so incredibly lazy to go and actually find out about them. Bleh. I need a phone person. Which I think I do not have, as of yet.

Umm. I'm having chocolate bears for breakfast.

I think I'm supposed to help Pikky out at tesco right now, but she hasn't said anything, so meh. Oh yeah sue's (third) party/celebration tonight. I want threesies toooo. Will be sleeping over. Crazy may happen =D.

<3.